The Sound of Emptiness
In the quiet, still and deep,
Where shadows fall and secrets sleep,
A hollow breath, a whispered sigh,
The sound of emptiness drifts by.
It isn’t loud, nor sharp, nor clear,
But a presence felt when none are near,
A space between the heartbeats’ trace,
Where silence echoes in empty space.
No voice, no footstep, no soft hum,
Just the vastness, where thoughts succumb,
A void that stretches wide and far,
A place where dreams and longing are.
It’s not the absence of a sound,
But the absence that will not be found,
A quiet that holds everything yet, none,
The echo of what’s lost, undone.
It hums beneath the still of night,
A fading star, a fading light,
The emptiness that fills the soul,
A sound that makes the silence whole.
Thank-you for reading.
Much Love and Light,
Brenda Marie
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